2wenty$ide$Finest II
Amoneygreen
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Nigga finessed two times Now he think he got mob ties See me when you see me I get low like I dodge spies They all cap Tellin' small fibs and large lies They try em ima air fry em Like some large fries I need that five-fifty with the frog eyes They say shit get easier When you get through all the hard times Best kept secret, they can't see a nigga bar wise You don't see what I see 'Cause I'm lookin' through a star's eyes Yeah you had the work But you move it like a snail Avon Barksdale The way I put it on the scale The weed got wings When you send it through the mail You out here wilding' in the field Got to have lawyer fees and bail I'ma cash out on some carrots After I count up all this kale Fresher than I ever been And you out here lookin' stale Ain't no straddling the fence You get thrown over the rail Talk that trap shit 'Cause the real always prevail I'm aiming for hi-hats That's when the drum kick Crazy how I'm intelligent But with the dumb shit Speaking on me But you finished, never done shit I touch that mill I'ma sing like Ray J That's my one wish I don't ever get tired And I ain't gettin' lazy CEO I work for me And I don't ever forget to pay me In the stu, gauch on the boards You know he mix it crazy Streets is all fucked up Shit be gettin' crazy Ghetto boy, a nigga wavy, But I ain't with the Navy Heavy on the bars I'm a stunna but I ain't wit Da Baby Bronx nigga, brand new Yankee And the fit is navy You hang with jive turkeys Thinkin' shit is gravy Rappin with a whole lot of bounce I don't miss a beat I move too smooth They can't figure me Got em wondering what I'm on And who this nigga be I keep my finger on the trigger So don't trigger me Underdog changed up da odds, They don't want no bet With no effort I'm better than them no sweat Shit I must be goin' blind I don't see no threats Once a nigga ain't talkin' bout shit I go deaf You was movin But went nowhere Like four lefts You ain't tryna get right You gotta go left I call the plug And I asked him if the bows left He said them motherfucker's Comin' right to your doorstep Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Not even four steps Is you the type that keep a hoe Or is your hoe kept I make cold cuts I produce and I'm so fresh I need my turn now I don't care who go next Don't bench press Bring workout Bow flex Talkin' dirty on my phone But it's no sex That's some shit I said on my song no flex Priceless like a green-faced Rolex with no 'gettes Only gang I know is Twenty Fourty I don't throw sets Steamed veggies, garlic mashed potatoes Salmon croquettes My credit A1 in the streets I ain't got no debt Cold sweats, Dreamin bout the millions I'ma go get Bitch, I'm so focused
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